I think I'm in love with you. Always on time, you arrive with the added pleasure of late sleeping and spare time to linger in pajamas over a cup of piping hot coffee. I particularly enjoy welcoming your weekly arrival by creating a hearty homemade breakfast while I tune into the Phantom Gourmet and TV Diner. Without the added "tomorrow is Monday" stress that your pal Sunday morning brings, Saturday morning, I just wanted to thank you for being you.

Love always,
Your biggest fan

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My children have dentist appointments on Monday. I know this. I am planning on it. I did not need a reminder phone call. And, I’m not really sure I got one. 

Today is an epic day in history.

Today I entrusted the care of my child, Hannah, to my boyfriend, Heath, for 8 WHOLE hours. (pause for a quick prayer).

Laurie: It occurred to me that I have an ever-growing list of things I will never do. First and foremost is anything I am told to do. I’m not saying I can’t or won’t follow instructions, but telling me I have to do something is the kiss of death. Even if it makes perfect sense, I’m still not going to do it. There are so many clever ways you can make a suggestion or even manipulate me to make me think it is my idea. And then I may do what you want me to.

I don’t like beer, much less green beer, so this drink caught my eye for St. Patty’s Day.

It’s called Liquid Luck, and here’s how to make it:

1 part tequila
1 part white cranberry juice
2 splashes Midori
1 splash Triple Sec

Happy St. Patrick’s Day! And thanks to Rosangel tequila for sending us the recipe.

I’m not a dog person. Never have been. My homely mutt Fred ran away from home when I was a kid, and it apparently caused me little grief, given that I barely remember the incident.

Now Leroy, our long-time family dog, was pretty cool terrier-type mutt—barking away the vicious birds in our trees when we came home, retrieving and burying the rocks we’d throw, transforming into a ferocious protector between a group of us playing and a large rattlesnake in the nearby cedar bush.

For some reason I don't remember the 2000 Census, as strange as that sounds. I'm sure we had one but 2000 was a pretty sad year for me so there's a chance I just don't remember.

If a fat roll develops under the hooded sweatshirt, and no one sees it, is it really there? The answer, in short, is yes.

I’m finding Facebook status messages awfully inspiring lately. Here are a few of my favorites from this past week.

This one was a post I shared from my friend Christi Beth Martinez who reposted it  from her friend Ann … 

“Life is too short to wake up with regrets. So love the people who treat you right. Forget the ones who don't. Believe that everything happens for a reason. If you get a second chance grab it with both hands. If it changes your life, let it. No one said life would be easy … they just promised it would be worth it.”

elizabeth: Senator Evan Bayh of Indiana did something a few weeks ago that no other member of Congress has done in the open. He gave Congress the middle finger and is walking away – no re-election campaign for him. Bayh is feeling like millions of Americans are feeling – fed up, pissed off and maybe it’s time we don’t take it anymore. We blogged recently about meteorologists messing up weather predictions but I got boots, scarves, umbrellas, ice scrapers, and sun tan lotion so if they mess up, I can still take care of myself and my family.

I have woken up this morning to some rather disturbing news, one that is saddening to not only the family, but also to my generation that grew up in the 80s. Corey Haim was found dead of what appears to be an accidental drug overdose at 3:30 am this morning.

I have to admit I love it when my kids sneak into my bed at night.

When I hear the shuffle of those little feet, I’m instantly awake and happy. I throw back the covers and pull whichever boy it is into my arms.

I finished "Her Fearful Symmetry" this morning while on the bike at the gym.

I'm not usually one of those people that reads while working out, but in the name of time-saving and this challenge, I decided to break my own rule.

First of all, I must start by saying that this book was NOTHING like Audrey Niffeneger's (author of Her Fearful Symmetry) masterpiece "The Time Traveler's Wife," but it was still entertaining.

I read it in about 12 hours (mostly my whole day Sunday) - it's about 400+ pages I think. What can I say, I'm a nerd.

Beep. Beep. Beeeeeeeeeep. This is not a test. This is an official broadcast of the Mentally Unstable Warning System. Be prepared for high winds, irrational thoughts, sophomoric language and temper tantrums. Avoid windows and doorways. Take shelter in halls. This is not a test. 

GRRRRRRR! I HATE TEENAGE BOYS. They've been causing women pain since the beginning of time and I do not believe it will ever end. Even when they were my best childhood friends, they were royal pains in my ass. I HATE TEENAGE BOYS! UGH! UGH! UGH!